Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you
Pray without ceasing
For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured unto you
And we know and have believed the love which God hath in us. God is love; and he that abideth in love abideth in God, and God abideth in him
Through many tribulations we must enter into the kingdom of God
Verily I say unto you, Except ye turn, and become as little children, ye shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of heaven
Verily I say unto you, It is hard for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of heaven
It is easier for a camel to go through a needle's eye, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God

Our righteous Father Paisius the Great was born in Egypt about the year 300 and
was consecrated to God as a monk at a young age. He together with Saint
John the Short (commemorated Nov. 9) was trained in the ascetical life
in Scete by the great Abba Pambo (July 18). He practiced extreme fasting
and vigil beyond the limits of human strength, and received many revelations
of mysteries. The Saviour often appeared to him; once He appeared to
him with two Angels, as He had to Abraham, and allowed him to wash
His immaculate feet. When he was asked which virtue was the highest
of all, he would answer, "That which is done in secret." He reposed in peace in deep old age; his relics are found in the monastery of
Amba Bishoy in Wadi Natrun (the ancient Nitria of Egypt), and to the
present day they work healings and miracles.

Apolytikion in the Fourth Tone:
The incarnate Angel, and the boast and summit of monks, the bodiless man, the
citizen of Heaven, the great God-bearing Paisius celebrateth with us in divine
jubilation, granting grace to all them that extol him with rev'rence. With
fervour let us honour this day, off'ring him songs of praise.

Kontakion in the
Plagal of the Fourth Tone:
With godly anthems, come, ye faithful, let us all acclaim the godly-wise and
truly ven'rable Paisius, the true citizen and ornament of the desert, the most
noble peer of Angels, the true friend of Christ, and the glory of monastics
and ascetic Saints. Let us cry to him: Rejoice, O Father Paisius.